\[SATORI! JUAN! GET YOUR ASSES OVER TO THE CRIMSON STITCH. NOW. FASHION EMERGENCY OF EPIC PROPORTIONS. REINFORCEMENTS NEEDED!!!!!\]
A photo came with it.
Controlled chaos didn't begin to describe what I was looking at.
The dressing room area of The Crimson Stitch looked like a warzone. Clothes covered every surface. A rainbow of fabrics draped over chairs, racks, what might have been a fainting couch. In the background, Emi held up two different dresses with a panicked expression. Her blue hair was frizzed with stress. Soomin was attempting to hide behind a clothing rack. Only her wide eyes and the top of her pink head were visible between formal gowns.
What really caught my attention was Akari Miyamoto posing in front of a mirror in something criminally short and tight. Her tan skin and curves were on full display in a cream-colored dress that left very little to imagination. Even through the photo, her energy was predatory.
